Some days just suck. Sunday night we headed out to set up camp and watch the fireworks. As soon as we reached our destination H was attacked by mosquitoes. I mean within a matter of minutes she had about 15 welts popping up all over her little
body. I killed one right on her forehead. We forgot bug spray but miraculously
it seems that the nibble fest didn’t last long and she was able to enjoy her
night and the fireworks.
Monday morning, however, was a different story. A lazy morning as usual we slowly got ready to head out. Already 90 degrees and rising; the girls were fussing and fighting, I was cranky and Steve had to finish packing and get back to Philadelphia for training. As we
are driving towards Ocean City the girls start fighting and screaming, wanting
to take off their shoes and so on. I was boiling over but didn’t want to lose my temper so I waited it out and they finally fell asleep. Oh great I’m out of gas, no worries since they are sleeping I will pull over now that way they can get in a few more zzzz’s. I’m dripping
sweat as I am pumping gas, $3.54 not bad, when I realize I locked the keys in
the car. Of course the tears start again. At this point I think I’ve
needlessly cried about 7 times due primarily to lack of sleep. I have locked my keys in the car once! ONCE! Which was about 15 years ago due to a misunderstanding; I thought Steve had the keys, he thought I had them, whatever. I’m not sure if my elbow hit the lock button as I was climbing out but whatever it was they were in there.
Two nice families stopped to help and I used their phone to call Steve. Luckily he wasn’t too far into his trip. As I am waiting a young lifeguard stands by my side to help me stay calm until Steve arrives. During this time I bang on the windows to try and wake the girls. H wakes up and gets her shoulder strap unbuckled but can’t get the lap belt. She is following my instructions perfectly but she just can’t seem to muster up the strength and this is truly upsetting to her. Now I don’t know how many times they have been able to get out of their cars seats but today wasn’t one of them. Slowly I could see the sweat
forming on her little nose and forehead and her hair starting to stick to her face. Then she starts crying. Oh my gosh this is the worst feeling in the world. L was still sleeping and her side of the car was in the shade so I wasn’t as worried for her. H luckily was able to reach her juice and downed it. I called Steve to find out how far away he was but he was in the middle of being pulled over.
About 15 minutes later he comes to our rescue, we pull the girls out, change their diaper, give them some Gatorade and I finally stopped crying. So the day continues as Steve
tries to make up for lost time on his race to Phili and I meet Tom on the boat. As soon as we get off the boat the girls run into the water in their dresses, no problem I have backups. Then I notice H’s bug bites. They are so swollen it looks like someone beat her with a bat. The bite on her forehead is discolored and protruding out as far as her nose. She doesn’t seem to be in any pain so after talking to a handful of Moms I decide there is nothing I can do today as everything is closed so I just wait it out.
The rest of the day is fun and enjoyable but when I get home I can’t sleep worrying about H. I put ice on her head for about an hour while she slept and did some
research. About two in the morning I am sleepy and try to dose off when L starts screaming. Well we have been testing the waters with her and her lactose intolerance and today might have been too much. She cried until about five in the morning at which point I finally dosed off but woke an hour later to bright eyed non-swollen H. I may be tired but my girls are once again safe and healthy. Let’s stay home today!
Side Notes- Steve did not get a ticket and he made it to Philadelphia, despite July 4th traffic, in plenty of time for his evening class. H is doing fine and is just allergic, not severely thank God, to mosquito bites.
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